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StoryPoliticians do you listen? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe purpose of mankind? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryTake in the forms of nature Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe hour glass Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe secret's in the packing Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryRupert Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryThe New Year Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryPast lives Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIs your muse heading home? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIs there colour in the darkness? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryGremlins Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIt's the handle on your door Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryI have a little secret Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryIs there a point? Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFrustration Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFloating cars across the Midlands Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryDeep rivers of discomfort Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFools and love Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryEternity Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
StoryFine line Pure-zen011 years 6 months ago
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StoryAffinity Andrew G Bailey316 years 10 months ago
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Forum topicInspiration Point tcook617 years 10 months ago
Forum topicpure zen ivoryfishbone617 years 11 months ago

My stories

Is your muse heading home?

A partnership with spirit, is like embroidery thread. Brilliant strands of colour, or a portrait of a head?

Waste of space

So this circle, in a circle, and this sphere within a sphere. Is the encapsulation of all that you hold dear.

The Green Room

As you step into the spotlight, let the shadows fall behind.

Three gifts

You have three gifts at your disposal, your body, your spirit and mind. If you want to achieve your potential make sure that those gifts are aligned.

This rock of time

Some rocks will crumble into sand, hurl you ‘neath flood level. You realise you’ve spent your time, dancing with the devil.

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